My face. I saw these pictures of Christina Aguilera and was totally inspired to take better care of my face. Also, Alicia Keys! I'd like to look this healthy and fresh later into my life. I've made it a habit to cleanse my face before bedtime and apply oils and I got this for the bags under my eyes. Future me will thank me.

My brain. I mentioned my mental health was in a bit of a decline, I had a really rough few weeks where I felt like I was slipping, but since I know what depression and anxiety looked like for me in the past, I wanted to get help right away. I'm currently on a light dose of medication, but have been strongly advised to couple that with therapy. So, currently looking for a therapist that my insurance will cover. And that I like. I've also been reading this book, and wow! To hear someone describe their experience with depression so eloquently has really been helpful to me. Sometimes it's hard to put into words what you feel, but that's why I thank God for different talents and gifts He gives to different people. Writers (poets, songs, novels, etc.) are a gift to the rest of us.

Journaling. Bullet journaling to be exact (which is a cross between a planner and a sketch book)! Just look at all of these inspiring ideas for journaling. I got one and got started, but so far my creative juices for the sketch portion of it are just not flowing... I used to sketch and doodle all the time when I was younger! Ugh, I think I just need to let go. I just HATE ruining pretty journals, but hey! I gotta start the journey.

Pierre's butt. He's been dragging his butt for a few weeks, and his anus looked red, so I'd been rubbing Argan oil on it to soothe the itching a bit. The other day there was a little blood in his stool, so I thought, shoot! He has hemorrhoids! I am no stranger to the hems myself, and though I thought it was adorable that we both have them at the same time, I took him to the vet. Once there I confidently and triumphantly declared his diagnosis in the tone of "bitch, I'm doing your job for you"! ...and then they were like yeah, dogs don't get hemorrhoids... His anal glands were just inflamed, so they sent us home with some ointment. #prayforpierresbutt

Space shit. I finally watched Interstellar this weekend and holy freaking moly! I LOVED it!! I can say without a doubt that I do not have the mind of a physicist (it's even a hard word for me to spell) and it's so difficult to wrap my mind around the theories that were introduced and explored in this film, but I want to get it! So, my next read it this. It explains all of the science and theories behind the film. I hope it takes it slow and uses as simple language as possible to do so, because I will get lost easily. Related, below read: ellipsism (In our lifetime, sure, new things will get discovered and we may even see a glimpse of some of theories in person, but we'll never really know what the future will hold for the human race.)

Obscure sorrows. I found out about the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows on a podcast. The author has given a made up word to feelings, thoughts, frustrations, etc. that a lot of people have. His thinking is that once something has a word, we can start to accept it, understand it and live with it a little more. Most of these leave me breathless because they are things I think about a lot! It's so nice to give my monsters a name. I leave you with some of my favorites:

ellipsism // n. sadness that you’ll never be able to know how history will turn out, that you’ll dutifully pass on the joke of being alive without ever learning the punchline—the name of the beneficiary of all human struggle, the sum of the final payout of every investment ever made in the future.

anemoia // n. nostalgia for a time you’ve never known.

sonder // n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.

énouement // n. the bittersweetness of having arrived here in the future, where you can finally get the answers to how things turn out in the real world—who your baby sister would become, what your friends would end up doing, where your choices would lead you, exactly when you’d lose the people you took for granted.

catoptric tristesse // n. the sadness that you’ll never really know what other people think of you, whether good, bad or if at all—that although we reflect on each other with the sharpness of a mirror, the true picture of how we’re coming off somehow reaches us softened and distorted.

liberosis // n. the desire to care less about things—to loosen your grip on your life, to stop glancing behind you every few steps, afraid that someone will snatch it from you before you reach the end zone—rather to hold your life loosely and playfully, like a volleyball, keeping it in the air, with only quick fleeting interventions, bouncing freely in the hands of trusted friends, always in play.